Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Palau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Harry Pussy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Q65. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Organ,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.